I really think she was jealous of her reputation as a sinner of high degree. However, she complied, and, putting up her mouth, murmured a miscellaneous confession without end. The accents were soft and musical, like a babbling brook; and the sins, such as they were, poor things, rippled on in endless rotation. Now nothing tends more to repose than a purling brook; and ere long something sonorous let the fair culprit know she had lulled her confessor asleep. She stopped, indignant. But at that he instantly awoke, (_sublata causa, tollitur effectus_,) and addressed her thus, with sudden dignity,-- "My daughter, you will fast on Monday next, and say two Aves and a Credo. _Absolvo te._" "And now," said he, "as I am a practical man, let us get back from the imaginary world into the real. Speak to me at present as your director; and mind, you must be serious now, and call things by their right names." Upon this Kate took a seat, and told her story, and showed him the difficulty she was in. She then reminded him, that, notwithstanding her unfortunate itch for the seven deadly sins, she was a good Catholic, a zealous daughter of the Church; and she let him know her desire to retire from both lovers into a convent, and so, freed from the world and its temptations, yield up her soul entire to celestial peace and divine contemplation. "Not so fast," said the priest. "Even zeal is nought without obedience. If you could serve the Church better than by going into a convent, would you be wilful?" "Oh, no, Father! But how can I serve the Church better than by renouncing the world?" "Perhaps by remaining in the world, as she herself does,--and by making converts to the faith. You could hardly serve her worse than by going into a convent: for our convents are poor, and you have no means; you would be a charge. No, daughter, we want no poor nuns; we have enough of them. If you are, as I think, a true and zealous daughter of the Church, you must marry, and instil the true faith, with all a mother's art, a mother's tenderness, into your children. Then the heir to your husband's estates will be a Catholic, and so the true faith get rooted in the soil." "Alas!" said Catharine, "are we to look but to the worldly interests of the Church?" "They are inseparable from her spiritual interests here on earth: our souls are not more bound to our bodies." Catharine was deeply mortified. "So the Church rejects me because I am poor," said she, with a sigh. "The Church rejects you not, but only the Convent. No place is less fit for you. You have a high spirit, and high religious sentiments: both would be mortified and shocked in a nunnery. Think you that convent-walls can shut out temptation? I know them better than you: they are strongholds of vanity, folly, tittle-tattle, and all the meanest vices of your sex. Nay, I forbid you to think of it: show me now your faith by your obedience." "You are harsh to me, Father," said Catharine, piteously.